Finnegan's Wake Lyrics - Do Or Die - Dropkick Murphys

Tim Finnegan lived in Wattling Street 

A gentle Irishman mighty odd 

He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet 

To rise in the world he carried a hod 

See he'd sort of a tripling way 

With love for a liquor poor Tim was born 

To help him on with his work each day 

He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn' 

One morning Tim was rather full 

His head felt heavy, which made him shake 

Fell from the ladder and broke his skull 

So they carried him home, his corpse to wake 

Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet 

And laided him upon the bed 

A bottle of whiskey at his feet 

And a gallon of porter at his head 

And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner 

Welt the floor, your trotters shake 

Wasn't it the truth I told you 

Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake 

His friends assembled at his wake 

And Missus Finnegan called for lunch 

First they brought in tay and cake 

Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch 

Biddy O'Brien begged to cry 

Such a nice clean corpse did you see 

Aye, Tim me boy, oh why did you die? 

Arrah shut your gob said Paddy MCGee 

And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner 

Welt the floor, your trotters shake 

Wasn't it the truth I told you 

Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake 

Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job 

Biddy says she you're wrong I'm sure 

Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob 

And left her sprawling on the floor 

There the war did soon engage 

Woman to woman and man to man 

Shillelah-law was all the rage 

An a row and a ruction soon began 

Mickey Maloney raised his head 

When a bottle Of whiskey flew at him 

It missed him falling on the bed 

The liquor scattered over Tim 

Tim revives, see how he rises 

Timothy rising from the bed 

Whirl your whiskey around like blazes 

Tonamondeal, do you think I'm dead 

And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner 

Welt the floor, your trotters shake 

Wasn't it the truth I told you 

Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake 

And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner 

Welt the floor, your trotters shake 

Wasn't it the truth I told you 

Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake